The guys and I went for a ride today. Just a short ride. They insisted that I get video of them riding their trike. I told them I didn’t think it qualified since it didn’t have pedals and needed some sort of assistance for motion.
But Verne retorted, “There are riders on that site that use some sort of assistance for motion!”
Kermit rebutted, “And a whole heap of them ride trikes! You’ve got to show us riding!”
So I caved. After a second round of hives last week, followed by a major energy crash to levels I fortunately haven’t seen in 7 or more months, I didn’t have the energy to argue.
So we went for a short spin – just 15 kms on the outskirts of town. We stopped at the borrow pit on the way home (this is a pond left over from where they took dirt to build the bridge abutments for the ‘new’ bridge over the Murray River built in 2005 – it is now a wetlands with bird hides and a path around the pond). It really was a beautiful day for being outside, so even though I didn’t have the energy for a real ride, I did just want to spend some time outside.
So here are the guys and I riding the path at Whitehead Street Wetlands. Please note that I have to ride impossibly slow so the guys don’t bounce off. You’ll see a few wobbles by them and me. If you think loose chipseal is rough for you to ride… it’s REALLY rough for the guys!
After the ride, the guys wanted to go for a float. Earlier in the day, after my physio appointment, I stopped at the outdoor store to get a sleeping bag. They had all of their summer pool stuff for 60 percent off. Kermit INSISTED I get the palm tree/island oasis floatie.
I said, “Kermit, this is starting to get ridiculous. You have tons of floaties – a flamingo, black swan, white swan, rubber duckie and a boat like Verne’s. That palm tree is huge. I’m not even sure my asthmatic lungs can blow that thing up!”
But Kermit just gave me the look that said “I’m not normally demanding like Verne. Please.”
So I bought the floatie.
The swans all swam away when the guys launched, but after 10 minutes of me sitting on the bank and letting the guys float, the swans started slowly advancing back toward us. I am not sure if they were going to run us off their pond or what. I packed up before they got too close. When I got home and googled “black swan aggressive”, there are indications that they can be… not so nice.
For the rest of the arvo, I rested. It’s a big week coming up at work, and I used up energy I didn’t have over the weekend traipsing between venues for the Melbourne International Comedy Festival. It was very fun and worth the effort to go down, but it did use energy I did not have spare. So there won’t be lots of riding this week after work, so that we can perhaps do an overnight ride next weekend.
Verne says he has other places he wants to ride the trike, too… please don’t encourage him.